We Lost The Burfel Account!

Silvio Burfel. Yes, that Silvio Burfel.
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The Sneed women, mother and daughter, have labored these past two years on their masters degrees in marriage and family therapy. They did this together, which is a good arrangement for them, but pity the fool that crosses one of them, because he or she got a retaliatory two-fer for the effort.

"But Merle", you say, "how were you affected, by all this?" Glad you asked.

As an outside observer, I often felt as though I had been plunked down in Lithuania, forced to watch local television and then expected to report on what happened. I could usually see that things were going on, but I didn't understand most of what or more importantly, who they were talking about. Suffice to say that neither of them suffers fools easily and I heard all about it. From the both of them. A lot.

I thought it would be great to have access to free counseling, but I am told it is unethical to have a relative as a patient. Since I am a cheapskate, I will continue to have unresolved issues.

So, today marked the beginning of daughter Sneed's internship at a community-based counseling facility, where she will shine, as she always does.

Today is also the lovely Mrs. Sneed's first counseling session with real people. She wrenched her back yesterday helping one of the Sneedlets get his bike unstuck, and is worried that her first clients will go home and tell people that their therapist is a hunchback.

I am somewhat biased in my assessment, but I think that they are a couple of stars.

I hesitate to bring this other thing up because I reveal way too many details of my dysfunctional life already, but here goes. At the moment the two older Sneed brothers are having a conversation in the front room about what the younger one spilled at the older brother's house while he was house sitting. Evidently, there is an odor problem.

I emphasis conversation because it is more like an interrogation, than an actual conversation.

The problem is that younger son Sneed has some profound medical problems, including some mental health issues. Older son Sneed and daughter-in-law Sneed left him in charge of their house and pets while they were gone for the weekend. They have done this many times without incident.

Unfortunately, this time it was on the same weekend that younger son Sneed and his doctor decided that he needed to up the dosage of one of his medicines. He was pretty much in a fog all weekend, doing lots of stuff he can't quite remember. The most common phrase heard in these parts this weekend was, I did? Second place went to the lovely Mrs. Sneed's rendition of the phrase, Stop taking the damn pills.

In other news, I have never understood why some people live to create confrontation, but some do.

I was getting my lunch today at the Subway franchise in the WalMart store, when a fellow about my age turns to me in the line and says, "Tedious Systems, huh?", while pointing at my shirt, which bore my company logo.

"Yep", I answered warily. Conversations in the WalMart often end badly. You may not know this, but a lot of crazy people hang out in WalMart.

"Well, I hear they are going bankrupt,", he tells me, with a stupid smirk on his giant mug.

"I don't think so. Who told you that?"

"Just say, I heard it", he answers conspiratorially.

"I think you just did say it", I tell him, getting into the spirit of being a jackass.

"Well, I took my business to XYZ Company", he adds smugly, "so it doesn't matter to me anyway."

At this point I'm thinking "How much business could you possibly have? You're hanging out in a fricking WalMart and you look like a bum." Instead, I just smiled and wished him the best of luck with his choice.

In a minute or so another guy came over and asked him if he was going to be eating his sandwich at the Subway or going back to the break room. Dumbass was a WalMart employee, er, associate! Now I am being mocked by a guy who works for WalMart. A drooling baboon from WalMart is busting my...well, you get the idea.

There are some perfectly lovely people working for WalMart, but they also have exceeded their quota of ex-cons, social misfits and guys with obnoxious personality disorder. Just saying.

I may bitch about Tedious systems all the time, but it is a damn sight better than WalMart.

I was tempted to rush back to the office to tell Randall Bing that we couldn't count on this guy's account anymore, but I didn't want to ruin his day.

Merle.

















Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgemental and cranky


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